Warm Embrace

(Liffy Stokes) It's like I got the 4 4 cocked On the block in it two door dropped And my spot is keepin' but hot The pussy ass cop throw some murder in the lot My nigga got popped with a bullet that was meant for me The adapt by T's and B's and the regencies F**k what the reason be I'ma start squeezin' these Them niggas ain't G's they wanna be thugs And it ain't shit these ain't no muthaf**kin' slugs The fools and plugged plus ain't no hoes over here I done dropped more dead bodies than tears Brought to life momma's worst fears Pictures of a son dyin' from that hot ones flyin' Baby mama's cryin' at the funeral 'Cause the magnum lit him like a black (?) When I rolled out on his ass on the solo I caught him up on mo-mo cookin' up co-co I got to tip on the low-low Bust it there like po-po takin' lives with the, oh no It's a 4-4 many missles with a silent sub for the whistle My favorite pistol 'Cause when I let that bitch ride I know the homicide is being counted out, it's official Niggas steady bumpin' guns, but don't want none Because of these hot ones that explode on contact A maniac just prepared to die in combat Besides all that my 4-4 keeps my laced: Dawg he paid and safe I can see the fear in your face as I reach my waist for this warm embrace (Chorus) I got plenty love for the 4-4 But when I pick it up, I don't wanna let it go Because a nigga straight lovin' your warm embrace I got plenty love for the 4-5 But when I pick it up, I don't wanna let it ride But still I bust 'cause I survive from your warm embrace I got plenty love for the nine-mill And when I pick it up, I don't really wanna kill But still I bust because I'm needin' your warm embrace All you muthaf**kas better duck and hide Before I let it ride, the sucka stepped aside Still I bust because I'm lovin' your warm embrace (Mayz) I love the element of surprise when I'm taking these hoes lives With my customized 4-5 Get enough ammunition to knock off you, your crew and some more guys You muthaf**kas better get wise Make sure your first shot is sweet, tryin' to kill the elite 'Cause you ain't gettin' no more tries Make the nigga's nubian mother weap, but f**k it As long as I don't get whole cries Put the beam between his eyes and make that bitch nigga so wise No matter what the size of the warm embrace of my forty-five Make sure that nigga crossed me dies You don't wanna throw them thangs When I cocked and aim (?) think in these few seconds time But Mayz ain't new to the game I use the spark when we start to light up this thunderin' crime But niggas get bucked for dime and it's like you're a magnet for sin (?) pretend to be your friend 'til they get close enough to your ends To do you in, that shit puts me on ten And make me wanna put the barrel of this solid fiend Upon under that nigga's chin, plus he talkin' big shit about war Like he don't know my stee, now mob's gon' win But I dare one of you niggas to say my name 'Cause I put a f**kin' bullet into your closest skin Just to get under your skin like a dirty syringe Plus I know you can't win with a gun or a pin So when you see Mayz come in the place you better say your grace Before I f**k up your face like a can of mace Before I get disgraced, I'ma catch a case Maybe you hoes fear the wrath of my warm embrace (Chorus) (Twista) Would you (.?.) of the team, for sure Hold you ever so tightly, I love you nina and never wanna let you go Miss millimeter's makin' the (?) muthaf**kas gotsta be ruckus When I get my clutches upon this hoe Itchin' to let the barrel blow Like a sparrow, how it flow, like an arrow (.?.) Spit 'em up and swallow slow I reload, clippin' your ass crack, you constantly blast back Payback from flashback, some bitches know Bust 'til I see the chrome from the intro You was f**ked from the phasin', deep with the cuts and abrasion Erupts and amazin', nigga, my nina bucked F**k the gauge and enemies get (?) up from the blazin' Fool you be burnin' them with your black ass Murderous hips, hurtin' the grips, ride on personal list Deposition die for servin' them six Everyone of 'em with a hit but some are missin' of a jerk to the kick 'Cause I be working my bitch Tryin' to pimp her but she a wild and a tame thang Kick a static on when she gangbang, blast in the fullest moon Niggas better pull it soon or else suffer hellafied bullet wounds And even though I stay clubbed with some thugs, why call 'em stug When it comes to (?) run about she draw my blood Static under the bra 'cause everytime I take a hit at the bud And give you a hug you gon' pop up a slug Drinkin' remy on the block, gotta bust the glock When the henny hit the chest, bustin' smith-n-wess F**k the discussion, I'm bustin' 'em all, clutchin' my balls If I see I'll be laid to rest, let me hit the sex Lose (?) but used to be a problem solver But the nina made me a baller Go strapped and take the place of the black nine Leave 'em flat lines, feelin' fury, you was born to taste From my warm embrace (Chorus) I got plenty love for the 4-4, 4-4, 4-4 Warm embrace I got plenty love for the 4-5 (4-5), 4-5 (4-5), 4-5 Warm embrace I got plenty love for the nine-mill (Nine-mill), nine-mill